Unwritten, Untitled, Unknown (Prologue)

Things will make sense later.

[PROLOGUE]

When my days began,

two roads branched off from one another

as time itself began to halt

under the dark, bleeding sky.

The two roads, each going their separate ways

but both eventually would unite

and lead to the same end.

The finish line that all beings would have

at the end of their games.

I was given two choices:

The first, to die now,

and be rid of all of the pain

in this newborn hellish world,

or to die later,

only to fight in a pointless survival game

day after day.

Aware of the consequences

and the desire for myself and others to be free,

I chose neither

and stepped off the path of inevitable death.

I WANTED TO LIVE.

[END OF PROLOGUE]